don't give me books she said

they pile up because no one
buys them at our yard sales
i end up repacking, toting
them around, homeless tales.

i have better luck with kittens
if you know anyone with a litter
bring them by. i charge a pittance
of what the mills do, clients titter

at the prices. i know whose laugh
rings loudest, last. see i read
the books no one buys, i grasp
enchantments in genetic seed

revealed within science tomes.
breed this with that- viola, purebred
and mixes both, i find all homes
some at yard sales, some get fur beds.

and unlike kittens, they aren't snatched
up, or full of new books to hatch.
































()



oh yes.

broken sonnets are us. i swear i saw a form that used that many verses but i suppose i was trippin. you sleep deeply \, up for three days, so drunk you don't remember the last time you slept. but i know how to put you out, always works. i wanted to talk about the date, how you set it, now you're gone break it apart and it pisses me off, but you've been working hard so i will give you some time to recover, a little sleep, which is what i need too. time enough to move your last life in to a rented closet.i suppose. and i need to get used to you don't think you need to give me any money for all i did for you back then. so scorpio typical. experiment complete. rad dude. rads. get your gieger counter. now.
how toxic is the air where you are?















((((


it's funny how people wanna read things into the randomish symbols i place between movements.
you could just think of them as audience noise, your own filter causing some fluff to distance you from what you just read so you can go into the next movement with a cleaner pallette. think of them as pickled ginger.











*(((





you dream a career that left you behind when you dropped out. i find it sad that we waste ourselves against the machine, like bacterium dodging the anti-. how can i ask him to do the same, especially when all he ever wanted just told him goodbye.
























()  wish we could turn back time
to the good old days



his eyes question how dead
can one be? how deep will this go
how long will it hurt. i feel like\
half of me is gone.  i don't know,
it's a wound tht gets better with time
if you don't pick at  it.


i read way too much into anything
he doesn't say. i have a lead of regret
i could lend him if he really wants
to travel there. but i think
yeah, sleep, sleep and dreams
usually help